My Son

To little Robert Reed
Who is always full of speed

Robert be a good, good boy
Fill your mother's heart with joy

Do not let your playmates beat you
'Till your little face turns blue

But double up your little fists
And wade right in 'em too

That is, if you are in the right
But never stoop to pick a fight

Do not let the strong and sinful
On the weak and right impose

But as David slew Goliath
Trust in God and say, "Here goes!"*

* Robert had a fight one day and came home with a black eye and crying, Mother wrote this poem to cheer him up.